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The two Nagarita’s Can be found Near the level crossing On most summer days Their job is to protect The road from the trains Both sit on old house chairs And knit most of the time Just to pass the hours Between the trains

I always judge summer by the dusts Whipped up by passing vehicles As they take a short cut Along our unmade road My thoughts are obviously handmade If the coastal flowers look heavy Then a fine spell is imminent If these flowers are colourful Then the weather is likely To be changeable and rather mixed […]

Yesterday I answered the door And was greeted By a chap Who gave me a leaflet About the Tory candidate I assured him That it was my intention To vote Conservative As I had always done We chatted for a while And he observed That I was a typical Conservative supporter White Middle Class Highly […]

I am writing poetry again As I do on most days This morning I was in my garden When the day was only 225 minutes old I was writing In the early morning light Which is one of the advantages Of living by the sea God Moves in Mysterious Ways

I was born in Midford in Somerset There used to be a railway there I now live in Greece with Alba And photograph sunrises and sunsets Which I sell on to our visitors

Coffee on a hot terrace Mid-Afternoon Why Coffee Why not Said Margot

My French cousin had arrived She was standing ankle deep In the sand shallows Of the bright blue sea How I enjoyed her annual visits

Sandé and a girl Wearing a green dress Walked past me On the coastal path They were holding hands Sandé was in love again I was pleased for her

The romance of sunlit doorways On hot summer days The vacancy of the light Has always captured my attention I saw you standing On a wooden jetty at sunrise The sun was just breaking the clouds Yet the air was already warm You were wearing a damp chemise To keep you cool in the early […]